When something reminds you of something else but you can’t quite place it, but then you almost feel it gradually moving to the front of your mind and you’re being filled with warmth and happiness then after a second or two of enjoying the memory it just disappears from your focus and you can’t get that feeling back however hard you try. It’s gutting stuff.
It’s Marcel Proust, as I live and breathe.
I think I do
No, it’s gone